AN: So, I was so deliriously happy with your reviews and the fact that you love me again, that I decided to give y'all a little treat ;) I wasn't really planning on continuing this chapter from where the last one ended, since I mostly just wanted to leave it to your imagination :P But seeing as many of you were kind of expecting it, I decided to dedicate this whole chapter to sexy times :} (I also didn't want to receive any more flaming bags of crap 'cause, as much as they made my yard look amazing, they completely ruined my shoes)
So yea, because of that, and also as a way to simply delay the inevitable end of this fic as much as possible ('cause I'm sure we're all aware that it's coming :( I mean, look how long this monster is already!) this next installment of Behind Enemy Lines is dedicated to all of you! If you're not a fan of sexy times, I should have the next chapter up by the end of the week to continue with the story ;)
Jade
"I'm almost certain my date of birth is on the ID card in your hands and not on my tits." I deadpan, crossing my arms and glaring at the scrawny pervert who's shamelessly ogling my breasts. He hums some sort of acknowledgement and finally drags his beady little eyes back to the fake ID card I handed him.
"Alright, Miss… Van Cleef." He smiles, revealing a couple of missing teeth in his nasty ass mouth. And where the fuck did they get this guy? From the cast of The Hills Have Eyes? "Everything checks out. Just sign here and I'll give you your room key." He pushes some papers forward on the desk and hands me a pen.
"Oh Tori, did you need any help with the gigantic duffel bag and grocery bags?" Tori huffs as she enters the lobby, dragging a shitload of plastic bags along with my duffel bag hung over her shoulder. "Why, no Jade! It's always been my dream to get scoliosis!" I roll my eyes at her dramatics and help her set the bags down while Skippy files the paperwork.
"And why did you insist on getting everything down on the first trip?" I smirk.
"It's just more practical and saves a lot of time." She grumbles quietly, setting the duffel bag down with a sigh.
"Ooh… Don't wanna waste any time, do we?" I purr, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. She blushes and quickly looks towards the front desk, just for her eyes to widen and face flush even more. I turn around and see Skippy giving us a knowing smile as he lets his eyes drag up and down both our bodies.
"So…" He drawls, licking his disgustingly chapped lips. "What do you ladies say I buy us some drinks from the liquor store down the street and we have ourselves a good time? My shift is over in forty minutes." He smiles and winks. I clench my fists and stomp back to him.
"Listen here, Papa Jupiter." I hiss, slamming my hands down on the desk and towering over him. "Unless you want to kiss your three remaining teeth goodbye, I'd suggest you keep your repugnant eyes to yourself, hand over my room key, and pray my good mood remains so that your manager won't hear about what a fucking unprofessional pervert her white trash employee is." His eyes widen and he visibly gulps, quickly grabbing one of the keys hanging from a wooden board behind him and handing it to me.
"Room f-f-forty-eight. Second floor by the ice machine." He stutters as I rip the key from his grasp.
I continue glaring at him, slowly and threateningly moving my hand over the desk in his direction. He nervously flicks his gaze between my eyes and approaching hand as he subconsciously leans away from me. Just as I am a few inches from his face, I plunge my hand down into the dish filled with skittles in front of him, causing him to jump. I grab a handful and plop a few in my mouth, never breaking eye contact. He gives me an uneasy, crooked smile while I slowly chew on the candy, gaze never faltering. After a few more seconds of freaking the shit out of him with my mere stare, I give him a slow teasing smile. His tense shoulders start to relax and the hard lines on his face smooth out when I suddenly hurl the remaining candy in my hand at him, making him squeal in fear like a fucking little girl. I smirk and spin around, grabbing the duffel bag and my purse before heading towards the door.
